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[wickedflea]

Holy shit, no wonder I thought it was especially cold this morning.

Temperature 10 °F / -12 °C
Windchill -9 °F / -22 °C

I'm sure some o' y'all can beat that, but oh well. You know me--anything below 45 and I'm bitching.

Does it bug you when you call a store or a restaurant and the person answers, "Thank you for calling so-and-so, how may I help you?" The "thank you for calling" thing, I mean. I guess the reason it bugs me is that our district manager at BK used to try to make us answer the phone that way. I never did it, cuz that's just the kind of renegade, don't-give-a-fuck, rebelicious kinda badass I am. "Thank you for calling Burger King." That's just silly. Like we were in the business of answering the telephone or something. Most of the people who called were just wanting to know what Lion King toy we had in our kid's meals anyway. Why should I thank them for being a nuisance?

The scars run deep. Can you tell?

Hey, did you ever blast someone upside the head with a boiled egg? It's ever so much fun! What you want to do is get them in the side of the head so the nasty yolk gets all up in their ear when it explodes. Oh, the eggs have to be peeled, of course--it's just CRUEL to peg someone with an unpeeled boiled egg. And no, I've never done this to a pedestrian from a moving car, only to Grimmett and Ted in the BK kitchen in Starkville. And Ted started it.

I hate it when my teabags leak. Good lord, that sounds disgusting!

Comments

[buscemi.livejournal.com]

They really did that? I thought the raw egg experiment was only on tv sitcoms. Hm.

[cierrablue.livejournal.com]

Oh nooooooo. That's definately an example of tv imitating life. They still do it, in fact. It's rediculous.

[buscemi.livejournal.com]

Where did you grow up? I went to school near Chicago and that was never part of a class.

[cierrablue.livejournal.com]

Portland Oregon, more or less. I went to Oregon City High School which is about 30 minutes from Portland.

[dangerpest.livejournal.com]

The suckers, I mean the people in that particular class in my high school had to carry around sacks of flour as faux babies. Still do, I think.

-p

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

In Starkville, MS, we didn't discuss such wicked topics as pregnancy in the classroom. ;)

[cierrablue.livejournal.com]

You're probably better off. We were mortified by it. No jokes made, just very embarrassed kids. We actually had to put condoms on bananas. ZERO eye contact was made with the opposite sex for a week after the humiliation of that.

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Ack, how awful! The only time I can remember any sort of sex ed in my twelve years of public school was in the fifth grade, when they rounded up all the girls and took them into the cafeteria or the library for a crash course on the birds and the bees. We boys, however, were sent to the gym to watch a very special presentation of "The Football Follies." No freaking wonder we were so confused. ;) We couldn't even get any of the girls to show us the pamphlets they handed out! The faculty must have threatened them with death if they'd showed us.

[cierrablue.livejournal.com]

OMG!!! I forgot all about that! They did that to us in the 5th grade too. They put the girls in the gym and the boys in the cafeteria. Both sides had to watch a movie (one made for girls, one for boys) to explain our changing bodies. GROOOOSSSSSS!!! That one was so traumatic I almost completely forgot it! How awful. I laugh now.

We thought we were going to see Free To Be You And Me with Marlo Thomas, but instead we had to look at diagrams and weird drawings to show where body hair would soon be and explanations of what feminine hygene products were. Oh the humanity. *shakes head*